If the uniforms aren't ready for tomorrow, just send them in normal, plain, close to school colours if possible clothes and a note. You can't help the washing machine breaking down, and it's too late to call out a plumber.

Console yourself with the thought that, given the universe is seriously skewed towards the "shit" corner this eve, you're bound to experience spectacular redress tomorrow.

Cue finding a forgotten £20 note when you finally manage to get aforementioned bastard door open, a forgotten mufti day tomorrow, and a totally gorgeous salesman who flirts nicely with you when you go to buy a replacement for the bastard thing. Hang in there!